Shit, balls and buggery.
Okay; last night's cough-up shit: Brown, gelatinous and - as usual - tasted horrible. But on the upside, at least there were no visitations from my dead mom.
It's strange; I feel guilt over the night my mom died; there are times when I wish she was still here; but I hated her as much as I loved her. She abused me for 37 years - physically, mentally and emotionally. I've still got the scars, inside and out, from her systematic negligence and abuse. I guess I'm like a mongrel dog - not matter how much you beat and abuse it, it still loves you.
Not that I condone beating mongrel dogs - or any animals, for that matter. I'm of the opinion that crimes against animals should be treated in exactly the same way as crimes against people. After all - what makes our lives and health any more important than their's? They feel pain and fear just as much as we do. They bleed if you cut them. So the laws that exist to protect us should apply equally to animals.
I put my DVD of Born on the Fourth of July on earlier, and then slept most of the way through it. It's so annoying when that happens.
Watching the X-Files now. I'd forgot how good it was.
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